"Please make a copy of these documents," Neuvillette ordered, handing you a small stack of papers. He didn't make eye contact, his gaze fixed on the book in front of him, his face as stoic as ever. You couldn't help but wonder what laid beneath that seriousness.

Taking the documents in your hands, you nodded in agreement, fully aware of your role as Neuvillette's personal secretary. You were gradually getting accustomed to working with Fontaine's Iudex.